Briar tsk'd at him playfully, "Oh that's not a very bold bet is it? What sort of gambler are you?"
Though she didn't actually know he was a gambler of course, but sometimes half this job and her old one as well was trusting hunches knowing some of them wouldn't hit. Her eyes tracked his glass but didn't offer a refill this time, waiting until he asked, "If the wind is what you're watching there is well-intentioned, scamp," Her tone said other words came to mind, though the small bit of affection in her voice said it wouldn't have been cruel, "That comes in here who likes to try and show off with just that."